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Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood and something blown:
The like is on her arm.
Who was last with them?
O sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
Caesar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
How goes it here?
I your servant,
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Caesar.
Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
Intends his journey; and within three days
You with your children will he send before:
Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
Your pleasure and my ...
Where is the queen?
It is the emperor, madam.
Madam, he will; I know't.
Though he be honourable,--
I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
Hear me, good madam.
Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it
As answering to the weight: would I might never
O'ertake pursued success, but I do feel,
By the rebound of yours, a grief that smites
My very heart at root.
Gentle madam, no.
Most sovereign creature,--
If it might please ye,--
I understand not, madam.
Assuredly you know me.
Most noble empress, you have heard of me?
What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
And he hath sent for thee: for the queen,
I'll take her to my guard.
Caesar, I shall.
Caesar, 'tis his schoolmaster:
An argument that he is pluck'd, when hither
He sends so poor a pinion off his wing,
Which had superfluous kings for messengers
Not many moons gone by.
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